“Yes. Wilbur keeps a supply of clean towels in the tack room. Are you gonna dry me off?” she asked as she undid the first button of her blouse. Heat blossomed inside her as she recalled her earlier thought about fooling around with him in the barn a little.
A devilish grin crossed his lips as he watched her undo the next button. “Yes, after I get you very wet.”
“What are you two up to out here?” Chris asked as he came to her and kissed her. “What happened to you, darlin’?”
Gwen explained as she unbuttoned her blouse, turned on by the heat in their eyes as they watched her hands do their work. She moved methodically, enjoying herself.
Julián motioned to him and shared a soft, brief conversation as she removed the blouse and her hands drifted to the hem of her knit camisole. The temperature had warmed up as the afternoon had worn on and the balmy breeze drifted over her exposed skin, exciting her nerve endings as well.
With a playful grin, Chris went into the tack room and returned with several towels and a coil of rope. Her heartbeat increased to triple time and hot cream seeped from her pussy. He laid the items on the hay bales stacked neatly against the wall.
Julián came to her and reached for the button on her jeans. Chris closed in behind her and unhooked the clasp of her bra.
“The barn doors?”
Julián chuckled, but he peered into her eyes. “This time of day no one can see in and the barn doors don’t face either of your neighbors. The sun is setting and it’ll be dim enough in here.” His gaze searched for her trust and she gave it when she smiled.
Julián knelt in front of her and pulled her boots from her feet one at a time and then stood to unzip her jeans. Arousal warmed her blood and made her weak in the knees as Julián slid his hands into her jeans, squeezed her ass cheeks, and then slid both her panties and her jeans down past her knees and held them for her to slip out of.
When she bent to slide her knee high red-and-white-striped socks down her calves, Julián chuckled and stopped her.
“No. Leave them on. I think we’re going to play with you with your socks on.”
Chris smiled as he slid a hot hand over her bare butt cheek. “Very sexy.”
Never in a million years would Gwen have considered those funky striped socks as sexy, but damned if she didn’t feel sexy as hell standing there in them, waiting for whatever happened next. She’d been chilled earlier but now her body was simmering with need for them, the cold completely forgotten. Julián disappeared into the tack room and returned a few seconds later with a clean rag, which he folded into a long strip. He watched her watching him and smiled as he approached her. His cock was thick and long, pressing against the confinement of his jeans, and her cunt throbbed with want for him.
He held up the long strip in his hands. “Trust us?”
“Of course.” There was no doubt about that.
He moved behind her and tied it in place, blocking out every bit of light, while Chris moved around the barn. It sounded like he’d shifted one of the hay bales and then there were rustling sounds. Were they undressing?
She jumped slightly when a pair of hands encircled her hips and she got the answer to her question a second later when Chris’s massive hot body and hard cock pressed against her backside, drawing a shudder of excitement from her.
“Woman, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Chris growled in her ear as he slid a hand around her hip bone to her pussy. Lust burned inside her and he hummed in approval at the proof as he slid his fingers through her cream. “So wet for us. I’m going to enjoy sliding my cock into your hot little pussy.”
She shuddered as Julián closed in from the front, searing her with his body heat as he palmed her breasts and then squeezed her nipples as he kissed her. He increased the pressure on her hardened tips until she was gasping and squirming between them, anxious to have one of them inside her.
“You like that, don’t you?” Julián whispered. “We’ll have to buy you clamps for these, and then we can fuck you while the weight of them tugs at your nipples.”
“Yes.” She moaned as Chris continued playing with her pussy, teasing her clit until she wanted to scream. Just as she felt the rise toward orgasm, he pulled his hands away, and when she reached down to play with her cunt and ease the need, they stopped her.
“I want to come!”
A deep chuckle came to her from one side. “You will, darlin’. Several times.” Chris.
Something slid across the floor and the she heard more rustling. Julián took her hands and led her forward until she nudged a hay bale with her toe. He lowered her hands to the hay bale so she could center herself. “Kneel on it and then sit back on your heels. Don’t worry. We won’t let you fall.”